The Last Ride Chords by Hank Snow
Tempo:
95.2 bpm
Chords used:
Ab
Eb
Db
Bb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Ab]
In the dark city yards of the Santa Fe stood a freight made up [Eb] for the East,
and the engineer with his oil and waste was grooming the great [Ab] iron beast.
While ten cars back in the murky dust, a boxcar [Db] door swung wide,
[Eb] and a hobo lifted his pile of boar to start on his [Ab] last long ride.
A [Db] lantern swung and the freight pulled out, the engine it [Ab] gathered speed.
[Db] The engineer pulled the throttle [Bb] wide and clucked to his [Eb] fiery steed.
[Ab] Ten cars back in the empty box, the hobo rolled a pill.
The flare of the match showed his partner's face stark white and [Ab] deathly still.
As the train wheels clicked on the coupling joints, a song full the [Db] ramblers' ear.
[Eb] The hobo talked to the still white form, his pal for [Ab] many years.
For a mighty long time we've rambled, [Db] Jack, with the luck of men that roam,
[Ab] with the back door steps for a dining room [Eb] and a boxcar for a home.
We dodged the bulls on the eastern [Db] round and the cops on the Chesapeake.
[Ab] We traveled the [Eb] Leadville narrow gauge [Ab] in the days of Cripple Creek.
We drifted down through Sunny Cow [Db] on the rails of the old S.P.
[Ab] And of all you had through good and [Eb] bad, a half always belonged to me.
[Ab] You made me promise to you, [Db] Jack, if I lived and you cashed in,
[Ab] to take you [Eb] back to the old churchyard [Ab] and bury you there with your kin.
You seemed to know I would keep my [Db] word, for you said that I was wife.
[Ab] Well, I'm keeping my promise to you, [F] pal, because I'm taking you home tonight.
[Ab] I hadn't the money to send you there, [Db] so I'm taking you back on the fly.
[Ab] It's the decent [Eb] way for a boat to go, [Ab] home to the by and by.
I knew that fever had you, Jack, and that [Db] doctor just wouldn't come.
He was too [Ab] busy treating the wealthy folks [Eb] to doctor a worn [Ab]-out bum.
As the train rolled over, it's a ribbons of steel, straight through to the east it [Eb] spanned.
The engineer in his high-cab seat kept his eye on the rails ahead.
While ten cars back in the empty box, the lonely hobo [Db] sighed.
For the [Eb] days of old in his house, the cold was taking his [Ab] last long ride.
[N]
In the dark city yards of the Santa Fe stood a freight made up [Eb] for the East,
and the engineer with his oil and waste was grooming the great [Ab] iron beast.
While ten cars back in the murky dust, a boxcar [Db] door swung wide,
[Eb] and a hobo lifted his pile of boar to start on his [Ab] last long ride.
A [Db] lantern swung and the freight pulled out, the engine it [Ab] gathered speed.
[Db] The engineer pulled the throttle [Bb] wide and clucked to his [Eb] fiery steed.
[Ab] Ten cars back in the empty box, the hobo rolled a pill.
The flare of the match showed his partner's face stark white and [Ab] deathly still.
As the train wheels clicked on the coupling joints, a song full the [Db] ramblers' ear.
[Eb] The hobo talked to the still white form, his pal for [Ab] many years.
For a mighty long time we've rambled, [Db] Jack, with the luck of men that roam,
[Ab] with the back door steps for a dining room [Eb] and a boxcar for a home.
We dodged the bulls on the eastern [Db] round and the cops on the Chesapeake.
[Ab] We traveled the [Eb] Leadville narrow gauge [Ab] in the days of Cripple Creek.
We drifted down through Sunny Cow [Db] on the rails of the old S.P.
[Ab] And of all you had through good and [Eb] bad, a half always belonged to me.
[Ab] You made me promise to you, [Db] Jack, if I lived and you cashed in,
[Ab] to take you [Eb] back to the old churchyard [Ab] and bury you there with your kin.
You seemed to know I would keep my [Db] word, for you said that I was wife.
[Ab] Well, I'm keeping my promise to you, [F] pal, because I'm taking you home tonight.
[Ab] I hadn't the money to send you there, [Db] so I'm taking you back on the fly.
[Ab] It's the decent [Eb] way for a boat to go, [Ab] home to the by and by.
I knew that fever had you, Jack, and that [Db] doctor just wouldn't come.
He was too [Ab] busy treating the wealthy folks [Eb] to doctor a worn [Ab]-out bum.
As the train rolled over, it's a ribbons of steel, straight through to the east it [Eb] spanned.
The engineer in his high-cab seat kept his eye on the rails ahead.
While ten cars back in the empty box, the lonely hobo [Db] sighed.
For the [Eb] days of old in his house, the cold was taking his [Ab] last long ride.
[N]
Key:
Ab
Eb
Db
Bb
F
Ab
Eb
Db
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
In the dark city yards of the Santa Fe stood a freight made up [Eb] for the East,
and the engineer with his oil and waste was grooming the great [Ab] iron beast.
While ten cars back in the murky dust, a boxcar [Db] door swung wide,
[Eb] and a hobo lifted his pile of boar to start on his [Ab] last long ride.
A [Db] lantern swung and the freight pulled out, the engine it [Ab] gathered speed.
[Db] The engineer pulled the throttle [Bb] wide and clucked to his [Eb] fiery steed.
[Ab] Ten cars back in the empty box, the hobo rolled a pill.
The flare of the match showed his partner's face stark white and [Ab] deathly still.
As the train wheels clicked on the coupling joints, a song full the [Db] ramblers' ear.
[Eb] The hobo talked to the still white form, his pal for [Ab] many years.
For a mighty long time we've rambled, [Db] Jack, with the luck of men that roam,
[Ab] with the back door steps for a dining room [Eb] and a boxcar for a home.
_ We dodged the bulls on the eastern [Db] round and the cops on the Chesapeake.
[Ab] We traveled the [Eb] Leadville narrow gauge [Ab] in the days of Cripple Creek.
We drifted down through Sunny Cow [Db] on the rails of the old S.P.
[Ab] And of all you had through good and [Eb] bad, a half always belonged to me.
[Ab] You made me promise to you, [Db] Jack, if I lived and you cashed in,
[Ab] to take you [Eb] back to the old churchyard [Ab] and bury you there with your kin.
_ You seemed to know I would keep my [Db] word, for you said that I was wife.
[Ab] Well, I'm keeping my promise to you, [F] pal, because I'm taking you home tonight.
[Ab] I hadn't the money to send you there, [Db] so I'm taking you back on the fly.
[Ab] It's the decent [Eb] way for a boat to go, [Ab] home to the by and by.
I knew that fever had you, Jack, and that [Db] doctor just wouldn't come.
He was too [Ab] busy treating the wealthy folks [Eb] to doctor a worn [Ab]-out bum.
_ As the train rolled over, it's a ribbons of steel, straight through to the east it [Eb] spanned.
The engineer in his high-cab seat kept his eye on the rails ahead.
While ten cars back in the empty box, the lonely hobo [Db] sighed.
For the [Eb] days of old in his house, the cold was taking his [Ab] last long ride. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
In the dark city yards of the Santa Fe stood a freight made up [Eb] for the East,
and the engineer with his oil and waste was grooming the great [Ab] iron beast.
While ten cars back in the murky dust, a boxcar [Db] door swung wide,
[Eb] and a hobo lifted his pile of boar to start on his [Ab] last long ride.
A [Db] lantern swung and the freight pulled out, the engine it [Ab] gathered speed.
[Db] The engineer pulled the throttle [Bb] wide and clucked to his [Eb] fiery steed.
[Ab] Ten cars back in the empty box, the hobo rolled a pill.
The flare of the match showed his partner's face stark white and [Ab] deathly still.
As the train wheels clicked on the coupling joints, a song full the [Db] ramblers' ear.
[Eb] The hobo talked to the still white form, his pal for [Ab] many years.
For a mighty long time we've rambled, [Db] Jack, with the luck of men that roam,
[Ab] with the back door steps for a dining room [Eb] and a boxcar for a home.
_ We dodged the bulls on the eastern [Db] round and the cops on the Chesapeake.
[Ab] We traveled the [Eb] Leadville narrow gauge [Ab] in the days of Cripple Creek.
We drifted down through Sunny Cow [Db] on the rails of the old S.P.
[Ab] And of all you had through good and [Eb] bad, a half always belonged to me.
[Ab] You made me promise to you, [Db] Jack, if I lived and you cashed in,
[Ab] to take you [Eb] back to the old churchyard [Ab] and bury you there with your kin.
_ You seemed to know I would keep my [Db] word, for you said that I was wife.
[Ab] Well, I'm keeping my promise to you, [F] pal, because I'm taking you home tonight.
[Ab] I hadn't the money to send you there, [Db] so I'm taking you back on the fly.
[Ab] It's the decent [Eb] way for a boat to go, [Ab] home to the by and by.
I knew that fever had you, Jack, and that [Db] doctor just wouldn't come.
He was too [Ab] busy treating the wealthy folks [Eb] to doctor a worn [Ab]-out bum.
_ As the train rolled over, it's a ribbons of steel, straight through to the east it [Eb] spanned.
The engineer in his high-cab seat kept his eye on the rails ahead.
While ten cars back in the empty box, the lonely hobo [Db] sighed.
For the [Eb] days of old in his house, the cold was taking his [Ab] last long ride. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _